After about a half-hour of waiting, Warwick starts making shooting actions at the ceiling while going "Pew," after every shot.
A few minutes after, the door slams open.
"Get out! Now" Piaras yells, barging in.
Warwick gets up and grabs his knife and sickle.
"I'm done with you Piaras. Go back to your job, or face your death," Warwick threatens, unusually calm, with a hint of nervousness.
"You think I can't take you?" Piaras asks with a chuckle.
"Oh, I know you can, but not before I get a few hits in. Then I'll die, and then I'll attack again. This will be repeated until you die. Now, leave, and go fetch me some paper while you're out." Warwick informs, with a stair that you'd expect from a corpse... Or a college student that just spent the night studying for finals.
Piaras steps back, "You couldn't handle the pain."
"Normally you'd be right. Right now, I don't have a lot of options so I'm kind of cornered," Warwick steps forward, almost dragging himself, "As cliche as this is, I have someone to protect, and stuff to do," Warwick states continuously stepping forward.
Piaras continues moving back, till he almost falls down the stairs.
"Alright! Stay! Just don't forget to pay!" Piaras submittingly states before rushing down the stairs.
"I probably will," Warwick despairingly states, dragging himself back into the room before closing the door.
"You still asleep?" Warwick asks Demoko, who is still asleep on the floor, snuggled into the blankets.
Warwick sighs, "Take your time," as he puts the sickle and knife back onto the table.
About an hour passes by, and there's another knock on the door, just gentler.
"Warwick? Are you in there?" A voice on the other side asks.
"Come in."
Nora walks in and sees the two of them laying on the floor.
"There is a bed right there," Nora informs, pointing to the bed that's been stripped of all accessories.
"Yeah, I couldn't lift him, and it's easier to keep a watch on him like this. Are you feeling better?"
"I am. Although, it looks like we may be moving soon. Piaras is packing up our things."
Warwick gets up and slips the knife and sickle into his belt loops.
"Do not kill him! He is afraid."
"I wasn't going to kill him, I just wanted to let him know you're staying."
"B-but I can not stay. Where would I live?"
"Here. You can send out an owl looking to give something you make for 1,000 gold."
"1,000 GOLD!? That is a ton!" Nora exclaims in surprise, "besides, I am not good at making anything."
"I can show you how to make a few things. Get some paper from Malcolm, and I'll teach you something called origami."
"That sounds interesting, I will see if I have money to buy some."
"You don't need money. Malcolm would give them to you freely. Plus you could always give him some of the profit."
"He never just gives things away, why would I be any different?"
"Because... He's in love with you..." Warwick says with a sigh.
Nora's face turns red, as she looks away.
"B-b-b- H-how- Why would you know even if he did? You've never talked to him."
"Because- Just trust me on this. If you ask, and he gives them to you, you'll know."
Nora gulps, "Fine, I will ask him. When he asks for payment, you have to supply. Got it?" Nora asks, puffed up with embarrassment and a bit of rage.
"Deal-" But before Warwick could finish the word, she was gone.
Warwick goes back to resting and waits.
About an hour later, Demoko starts waking up.
Warwick rushes over to him, "Demoko! Are you okay!?" he asks worriedly.
Demoko sits up, rubbing his head, "Uhh... I think so... My head hurts and my memory is a bit clouded. How did we get back here?"
"Dilys gave you a potion to help with the pain. I brought you back here with the command method I used before. Can I get you some food?"
"I am... am not sure I could keep it down right now," Demoko states, covering his muzzle.
"Can we at least get you onto the bed before you rest more?"
"No, I should be okay," Demoko tries to stand up but keeps stumbling.
Warwick rushes to his side, prepared to catch him if he falls.
"I want to see the town that accepts me now. Can we?" Demoko asks with his ears perked up, still stumbling.
"Of course. Though there is still someone that doesn't approve. But I heard he's leaving soon. Let me help you down the stairs."
"Thank you, master. I am having a bit of trouble walking."
It takes a few minutes for Warwick to help Demoko down the stairs.
Once down, Demoko is able to catch his footing, and they step outside.
They see Piaras dragging Nora by the arm like a parent making their misbehaving child leave.
Warwick quickly runs to them, stabbing Piaras in the back with his knife.
Piaras yells in pain, as he turns around, letting go of Nora and grabbing his knife.
"I suggest you choose your next action very carefully," Warwick warns, as Nora hides behind Demoko.
"He looks drunk, what could he possibly do."
"I don't think he's your only issue," says Ranald approaching from the other way with Malcolm.
Demoko is looking around, clearly having a hard time figuring out what's going on.
"Huh. Looks like this is checkmate Piaras," Warwick states smugly.
"Don't think you're off the hook so easily, Warwick. I'll deal with you after this!" Ranald responds.
Warwick gulps and gives a look like he just died.
Malcolm runs over to Nora and grabs her hands gently, "You're okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Nora blushes, "N-no I am fine. He is my uncle, he's not going to hurt me like that."
"I'm... going to... go get Dilys..." Warwick states slowly, before running off.
Warwick takes a breather at the town square.
"I'm in trouble..." Warwick states to himself between breaths.
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
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